"Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"
As you can see, Bailey has to wear a seatbelt harness because otherwise she is all over the place in my Jeep. She doesn't like it, but it has made my life tons easier. After all, I would like to keep the transmission in my vehicle, and I'm not too keen on her throwing the car into another gear.
We had our Thanksgiving meal at my nephew and his wife's house. It was a combination of her family and part of our family. The food was great, and we had seconds at my parents' house to load up for the all night shopping spree my mother informed us we were about to embark on. Wal-mart decided it would be better to have the toy sales start at midnight, and the electronics start at 4 a.m. This is what it looked like at both hours, by the way.
My expression was not nearly as enthused as any of these patrons.
We had four ladies get in an argument about their place in line that we thought was going to break out into a knock-down-drag-out fight something like this.
If you had seen the madness near the towels that were on sale, you would have thought they were fighting over HD TV's that were on sale for $1. I wanted some of the sheets, but didn't dare go near there with all the boxes and plastic and hair flying! It was the craziest thing I've ever seen in my life. They are towels, people! Not gold bars.
As tired as I was after the experience at midnight, we did go back at 4 a.m. to get some other things, and we hit a few other stores. I will say it was kind of nice to be done shopping for the day by 9 a.m. I went home and did a little shopping online before crashing. Dad was a little testy because he said my phone kept ringing while I was asleep, and the volume on my ringtone was turned up so it kept scaring the crap out of him. So sorry Mr. Lightweight-who-couldn't-handle-the-second-round-of-shopping! I was TIRED! Honestly, I never sleep through my phone, so that should tell you something.
Saturday morning I had to go get my neighbor's Ridgeback at the kennel where he was being boarded. To show you his size in relation to my Bailey...
He's a horse, but he's a big baby. (Bailey wasn't even as big as his head when I brought her home from the shelter.) He and Bailey were just as tired as I was though, so this is how the both of them remained for about 12 hours straight after we got home.
Cody decided he really likes Bailey's new bed. So of course she didn't get to sleep here.
She had to resort to the couch. Doesn't she look put out?
Apparently, my camera phone was just as tired as we were because the color on those photos is awful. But we had a really great time with the family. We played pool, drank, ate, ate some more, and laughed so hard at times that our faces hurt. Oh, and I just have to share this photo. My grand-nephew Jaxon was asleep on his daddy, and right before I clicked the picture he smiled for his Aunt Krissy. I just love that boy!
"If they only knew what I'm dreaming of doing for all these cameras in years to come."
I want to ask everyone's advice on my new possible family member too, so I'll write more later. For once, it's not a baby! I think my family will actually make it through this Christmas without a baby on the way. They are a fertile bunch, our crew. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I am still catching up on reading everyone else's blogs.
4 comments:
So glad you had a nice holiday. Loved the horror stories of Walmart. That's why I shop online!! Could that picture of the baby smiling be any cuter? He's precious.
Thank you! He is more precious than I can say! :) I couldn't believe that he smiled right as I clicked it because he was totally asleep and just looking peaceful when I went to take the picture.
I shopped online afterwards, and I plan to do much more that way before the big day gets here. I hope you had a great holiday too, Barb.
I lovethe pic of Bailey flaked on the couch and beautiful smile on the little bubby. Probably reaming of mischief, both of them
@Mynx.. I have no doubt about the mischievous dreams for both of them! :) Glad you like our babies.
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